In the interest of diversity and intellectual open-ness, may I present one Buttercup Dew; a young man thoroughly disillusioned with the left’s multicultural, socialist, anti-Western indoctrination.
It was around this time I was coming to terms with being a flaming homo, so I frequented the gay bars around the place. I saw a lot of working class, masculine white men in their 30s and 40s, standing around with their thumbs metaphorically up their asses while the DJ blared out “Tragedy.” The contradiction between the male reality and “third gender” leftist fantasy about homosexual men was made very apparent to me at that time, so I never really bought the gay identity that the Left was selling. Nor did I buy the Multicult fantasy that my university town was “twinned” with Bumfuck, AK47ville, Islamistan, so this all fueled my intellectual journey to White Nationalism. It opened a window to an identity I belonged to innately, and gave me a greater purpose than sulking beside a rainbow flag. The music and ideology of White Nationalism projected an ideological shield around me that I was part of racial folk movement that was very remote, and vastly superior to, the nancy-pampy filth that surrounded me.
It’s almost as if the Progressive Left’s rhetoric about “inclusiveness” and “diversity” could be seen by some as a veiled effort to marginalize white people.
I came out of the university with a mountain of debt, a disillusionment with Culturally-Marxist Enviro-Crap in every shape, and a barely contained existential crisis. It was at this point I started My Nationalist Pony. I grappled with finding an identity and gloomy employment prospects, and was sustained by two things: White Nationalism as a temporal power, and My Little Pony as an emotional, visionary power. I immediately recognized My Little Pony as a white racial folk analogy, and began to read further and further into the alternative right. It was at this point that my real intellectual formation began.
An increasing number of millennials can relate to the first sentence of the above.
BTW: Have you heard that Swedish Muslims are angry about the number ‘786’ appearing on license plates and want it banned. And like the good little dhimmis they are, the Swedes agreed, because that’s Modern Society’s reward for accommodating a Superstitious Medieval Death Cult.